Just as Yi Yun was thinking about it, he saw the fat old man take out a piece of tattered yellow paper. This yellow paper reminded Yi Yun of the straw paper used in the toilets in rural China in the 1980s, and even the talisman paper.
The level of tatters is even worse than that of toilet paper.
Compared with the "Dragon Muscle and Tiger Bone Fist" that Lin Xintong gave him, the paper quality is completely different from this talisman paper.
Under Yi Yun's suspicious gaze, the fat old man put a fat finger into his mouth and licked it, then he used a pointing pen and dipped his saliva in his saliva to scribble on the talisman paper.
"alright!"
The fat old man handed the talisman paper to Yi Yun and said, "Keep it well. This talisman paper from me is of extraordinary value. It's an advantage for you. Hey, why are you looking at me like that again? There's no need to shed tears of gratitude."
Yi Yun took the talisman paper speechlessly. The saliva on it was all messy, and it looked like the saliva was about to dry up.
Yi Yun looked constipated. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the old man's strength. He was afraid that the old man would play a prank on him. You know, the function of this talisman is to save his life!
If he is at a critical moment when he is about to die, such as being chased by a wild beast and has no way out, then he suddenly throws this talisman paper, but it happens that this talisman paper has no effect...
The scene was so beautiful that Yi Yun didn't dare to think about it. If the wild beast was smart, he would probably think that he was thinking about it and gave him a piece of straw paper to wait for it to poop after Yi Yun digested it.
, you can use this piece of tissue paper to wipe your butt!
"Okay, I've given you all the things that should be given to you. Go and make the dish for me!" The fat old man took out a lot of pots and pans from his thumb and piled them up.
This made Yi Yun sigh, high status means being willful. With such a piece of space equipment, he would have to carry seven or eight pots with him when traveling.
He was not in a hurry to make salt-baked chicken, but instead clasped his fists and asked, "I don't know your senior's surname?"
After getting to know each other, he received a favor from him, but he didn't know the old man's name.
"Hey, my name..." The old man was stunned for a moment and seemed to be feeling a little sentimental. "No one has called me for a long time. Since you want to know, I will give you a stamp."
As the old man spoke, he actually took out something that looked like a seal from his wrench, and lightly covered it on the piece of straw paper just now.
For a moment, a faint ray of light gathered and formed a red seal on the paper.
There are two words Su Jie written in the seal.
"Su Jie?" Yi Yun thought. This name is very special. The word "Jie" means calamity, great calamity. Parents name their children for good luck and rarely use the word "Jie" in their names.
middle.
"This junior will remember today's kindness."
Yi Yun said sincerely that he knew that although Old Man Su was greedy and stingy, he had helped him after all, and it was definitely not because of a few "salt-baked chicken".
Yi Yun and Old Man Su said goodbye. When they left, Yi Yun not only cooked the salt-baked chicken, but also wrote several cooking methods using wine on paper and left them to Old Man Su. There are also chefs in this world.
As long as a capable person can see how these dishes are made, he will surely be able to make delicious food for Old Man Su to enjoy. This is the only way Yi Yun can repay him.
When Old Man Su left, he also left some food for Yi Yun, otherwise life in the wilderness would be too difficult.
Just like that, when the sun went down, Old Man Su and Lin Xintong continued on their journey of experience. When they turned around, Yi Yun's back had slowly disappeared into the mountains, leaving only the clouds in the sky.
Like a long line of fire burning in the sky.
"Teacher, do you think highly of him?"
Lin Xintong asked. After Yi Yun cooked the salt-baked chicken, Lin Xintong and Yi Yun had a short discussion. However, the strange feeling that made the depleted meridians in her body never happened again.
This made Lin Xintong a little regretful.
Maybe it's really just my own illusion.
Old Man Su shook his head, "I don't think highly of him, I just admire him."
"His understanding surprised me, and he was lucky, but... I can't think of any way to make up for his flaws. If he wants to cultivate to a higher level, he needs massive resource support. It's too difficult!"
In this world, among all living beings, there are as many people aspiring to practice martial arts as there are sands of sand in the Ganges. How many of them can succeed?
"Maybe there is a miracle in this world..." Lin Xintong said to herself. She seemed to be talking about Yi Yun, but she also seemed to be talking about herself.
Old Man Su was slightly startled when he heard this, but fell silent.
Yes, a miracle...
He is a Desolate Heaven Master. He has extremely strict requirements for accepting disciples. The disciples must not only have excellent bones, but also have unparalleled talent in the Desolate Bone Art. This is too difficult. He has been looking for hundreds of years. The big family
He has also seen countless of his disciples, and also accepted Lin Xintong as his disciple.
But this apprentice who made him extremely satisfied happened to be born with Yin meridians, and his excellent martial arts bones were useless because of the broken meridians.
What a travesty.
"Let's go... we may not see him again. We will not stay in Tai'a Divine Kingdom for too long. When we leave Tai'a Divine Kingdom in the future, I am afraid that this young man has not left Yunhuang. Even if he does,
It will be difficult for him to leave the Tai'a Kingdom in this life. The Tai'a Kingdom is too big."
Old Man Su also felt a little regretful. This young man had a lofty ideal, but he was born in the wrong place and did not have the foundation to practice martial arts. It was really disappointing.
"Won't we meet again?" Lin Xintong was a little lost for a moment. She recalled the strange feeling when she fought Yi Yun for the first time. Her meridians, which were naturally exhausted, seemed to have been really touched.
Although it was later confirmed that 99% of this possibility was an illusion, Lin Xintong was still unwilling to give up even a little bit of hope. Maybe her master could give some explanations?
"Master, I have something to tell you..." Lin Xintong suddenly spoke.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Old Man Su saw Lin Xintong's serious expression and slowly slowed down.
Lin Xintong described her feelings in detail. After hearing this, Old Man Su was shocked. His exhausted meridians were touched. What was the reason for this?
He couldn't help but pull his beard, and fell into deep thought for a while.
Over the years, Old Man Su has devoted himself to studying the natural Yin meridians and looking for ways to crack them, but has repeatedly failed. However, because of these studies, Old Man Su's understanding of the natural Yin meridians is probably something that few people in the world can match.
The natural Yin vein is a dead vein and cannot contain energy at all, just like a dry well that cannot produce water. But just now Lin Xintong said that when she fought with Yi Yun, she could faintly feel the subtle flow of energy in her meridians!
Even if this was just Lin Xintong's illusion, Old Man Su was very concerned about it.
"Let's go to the Tao tribe first. We have made an appointment with Zhang Tan, the leader of the Jinlong Guard, and asked him to collect some information about the birth of Ziyun in the Wilderness. After getting this information, we will make a long-term plan!"
Old Man Su came to Yunhuang this time mainly for the vision of Ziyun's birth. He wanted to see if there was any treasure in Yunhuang, and whether he could use it to change Lin Xintong's fate against the will of heaven and renew her vital line!
As for Yi Yun, it was just a delusion that Lin Xintong felt. Old Man Su had no hope. However, based on the principle of preferring to kill by mistake rather than letting go, Old Man Su still planned to investigate.
(There are always friends in the recent book review section who say that the update of Cocoon is slow, almost to the point of killing the edition. In fact, Zhenwu is still the public version now, and it is not slow anymore. Cocoon published the book in 28 days, and updated 155,000 words, an average of 5,000 words a day.
The book is 500 words. It will be on the shelves on December 1st. There are still more than 20 days for the public version. The public version is still very large. Silkworm Cocoon feels that the current fantasy novels are very impetuous and can easily make everyone tired of reading. Silkworm Cocoon wants to be quiet
Set your mind to write a story. In the book Zhenwu, Silkworm Cocoon will try its best to describe a detailed and grand world. The plot always develops slowly. Silkworm Cocoon has tried its best. This is the speed. The speed is so fast that even if Silkworm Cocoon is handicapped, even if
Writing it down will also damage the book, and I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone.)